Afternoon Tea

Udaipur felt like something out of 'Passage to India'. This is a slightly bizzare thing to say, seeing as I've not read it, but I'm assuming it is filled with stereotypical 'British India'. We had done all of the tourist things. We even randomly bumped into the driver we had from Delhi and he bundled us into the back of his car, next to his confused tourists, and took us to some places around the city that our penny-pinching wallets wouln't have allowed us to get to otherwise. The setting of Octopussy was going well. It nearly, however, became amazing. After visiting the lavish palace we spied a restaurant on the front of the lake that oozed rich 'British India'. We casually said that it was pretty then continued walking. Neither of us are sure who spotted it first, but both of us were as equally gripped. Afternoon Tea This Way. Afternoon Tea? As in scones, jam and clotted bloomin cream? Afternoon Tea in a posh restaurant, on the side of the Lake in a complete setting that yelled for a posh frock and a giant hat. We had to have it. Unfortunately, the Afternoon Tea was not at the original restaurant that we had spied. This meant that we spent about an hour hunting for the right one, the excitement, and price that we were willing to pay for it, building. We ended up sneaking into several posh hotels that clearly didn't want us to be there in our quest for confectionary. In the end, disappointment loomed as we found the correct location, only to be faced with a posh, yet quite dark and dingy room. This was not the 1920s Poirot-fuelled image that we had had in mind. We settled for stealing toilet roll from the posh toilets.